When the angels came,
I begged them “Please don’t take her,
She still has so much life to live,
She never saw me in the boat,
Which she helped to buy,
She never saw the forgiveness,
That she deserved so much.
She never was accepted,
Even by those she loved.
There is so much she never got to do,
So this is why I beg you,
Please don’t take her.”
But all they said to me in reply was this,
“You silly boy her time is come,
She has to leave you now.
We know she never saw these things,
But the Lord won’t make exceptions,
For who gets to stay behind,
Her time is up, she has to go,
We cannot let her stay.”
And so I wept, as only one
Whose heart was torn in two could weep.
When the angels saw the tears,
They too began to cry.
And so I made one final plea,
To stay by my auntie’s side.
“Oh please, if you can’t let her stay,
Then take me with you too.
I’ll leave this world to stay with her,
I will die with her today.”
The angels’ hearts were touched,
But again they said to me,
“We came to take only her,
And only her we’ll take.”
With that they left me all alone,
In the empty room.
I knew that she was gone.
She was beyond my reach,
She was with the angels.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Tell Me True
You say you love me,
You say it all the time.
But your eyes betray the truth.
You lie.
You tell me that you need me,
You tell me that you care,
But your actions betray the truth.
You lie.
So the next time someone tells you that they love you,
Don’t respond to them in kind.
Tell them true.
Tell them that they mean nothing,
Tell them you don’t care.
Tell them that they are just another
Fleeting flippant fancy.
So next time you say “I love you.”
To some poor foolish man.
You’ll hear me in your head.
You’ll hear me say
“You lie.”
You say it all the time.
But your eyes betray the truth.
You lie.
You tell me that you need me,
You tell me that you care,
But your actions betray the truth.
You lie.
So the next time someone tells you that they love you,
Don’t respond to them in kind.
Tell them true.
Tell them that they mean nothing,
Tell them you don’t care.
Tell them that they are just another
Fleeting flippant fancy.
So next time you say “I love you.”
To some poor foolish man.
You’ll hear me in your head.
You’ll hear me say
“You lie.”
Bluebell Woods
While walking through the woods,
I entered a magic land.
The trees arched high above,
A blue carpet stretched below.
The swaying bluebells caught my eye,
They were so happy growing there,
They lived a life so free of pain,
They made all creatures happy,
They could turn sadness into joy.
Amid these flowers I found my solace,
For a loss that broke my heart.
They greeted me with smiling faces,
That beautiful foliage embraced me.
And so I sat amid the bluebells,
In the bluebell woods.
They made me laugh, they dried my tears.
Then from the flowers came a nymph,
Who spoke to me in a gentle voice,
She told me that she knew my broken heart,
She took me away to mend it,
I went gladly away with her.
We lay amid the bluebells,
We laughed till we were hoarse.
And so her love healed my broken heart.
We were together, forever happy,
Within the bluebell woods.
Forever more I stayed with her.
Within the bluebell woods.
No more did sadness hurt me,
No more was my heart to break,
For with her love she strengthened me,
Within the bluebell woods.
And so under the oak’s mighty bows
We were joined together,
The bluebell nymph and I,
Forever we would be together,
Within the bluebell woods.
I entered a magic land.
The trees arched high above,
A blue carpet stretched below.
The swaying bluebells caught my eye,
They were so happy growing there,
They lived a life so free of pain,
They made all creatures happy,
They could turn sadness into joy.
Amid these flowers I found my solace,
For a loss that broke my heart.
They greeted me with smiling faces,
That beautiful foliage embraced me.
And so I sat amid the bluebells,
In the bluebell woods.
They made me laugh, they dried my tears.
Then from the flowers came a nymph,
Who spoke to me in a gentle voice,
She told me that she knew my broken heart,
She took me away to mend it,
I went gladly away with her.
We lay amid the bluebells,
We laughed till we were hoarse.
And so her love healed my broken heart.
We were together, forever happy,
Within the bluebell woods.
Forever more I stayed with her.
Within the bluebell woods.
No more did sadness hurt me,
No more was my heart to break,
For with her love she strengthened me,
Within the bluebell woods.
And so under the oak’s mighty bows
We were joined together,
The bluebell nymph and I,
Forever we would be together,
Within the bluebell woods.
Crying Tears of Hate
We, the thousand tortured souls,
Who labor under you, the despot,
The destroyer of dreams and hope.
We curse you, we damn you.
You scorn us for weeping,
For pitying ourselves.
But to you I’ll tell our secret.
We do not mourn our fates,
We do not weep for sadness,
We are crying tears of hate.
With every tear that falls,
Your own fall does approach,
For we have faith, our sacrifice,
Is not in vain for He, our Lord,
Will save and deliver us from you.
So when you see us weeping,
No longer will you laugh,
Your heart will tremble in terror,
For you now know,
That we the thousand tortured souls,
Who labor under you,
Will destroy you, for we are not alone.
We have Faith.
Who labor under you, the despot,
The destroyer of dreams and hope.
We curse you, we damn you.
You scorn us for weeping,
For pitying ourselves.
But to you I’ll tell our secret.
We do not mourn our fates,
We do not weep for sadness,
We are crying tears of hate.
With every tear that falls,
Your own fall does approach,
For we have faith, our sacrifice,
Is not in vain for He, our Lord,
Will save and deliver us from you.
So when you see us weeping,
No longer will you laugh,
Your heart will tremble in terror,
For you now know,
That we the thousand tortured souls,
Who labor under you,
Will destroy you, for we are not alone.
We have Faith.
The Gift
“When I’m in heaven boy,
To you I’ll send a gift.
A gift not wrapped in shiny,
Colored paper,
Nor tied up with a bow.
But it is a gift of greatest worth.
It is the gift of Faith,
And to you I’ll send it soon.
With Faith all things are possible,
Like a key your Faith will be,
Unlocking a thousand possibilities.
And will you cherish this gift,
For which I sacrifice myself?”
“Oh yes” did I reply.
And so he passed away,
I grieved and wept at my loss,
But yet I knew, for I had Faith,
That he and all those who I had lost,
Were in a better place.
To you I’ll send a gift.
A gift not wrapped in shiny,
Colored paper,
Nor tied up with a bow.
But it is a gift of greatest worth.
It is the gift of Faith,
And to you I’ll send it soon.
With Faith all things are possible,
Like a key your Faith will be,
Unlocking a thousand possibilities.
And will you cherish this gift,
For which I sacrifice myself?”
“Oh yes” did I reply.
And so he passed away,
I grieved and wept at my loss,
But yet I knew, for I had Faith,
That he and all those who I had lost,
Were in a better place.
Wait for Me
When you ran out ahead,
I called out “Wait for me!”
You merely turned around and laughed,
And ran right on ahead.
I tried to stop you,
But listen you would not.
You ran right on ahead,
Into to Death’s wide open arms.
You struggled for a little while,
But he held fast and then,
You went away with him,
Leaving me behind.
But what would have happened if,
You had listened when I said,
“Wait for me!”
I called out “Wait for me!”
You merely turned around and laughed,
And ran right on ahead.
I tried to stop you,
But listen you would not.
You ran right on ahead,
Into to Death’s wide open arms.
You struggled for a little while,
But he held fast and then,
You went away with him,
Leaving me behind.
But what would have happened if,
You had listened when I said,
“Wait for me!”
Charon's Ferry
By the shores of the Styx we wail and weep
Our broken hearts, our shattered dreams, our tears
All mingle and fall into those dark waters.
Shades, our lost companions beckon us onward,
Colors fade, the light grows dim.
We are gone; we have left others to take our place
To mourn and weep by the banks of the Styx.
Our broken hearts, our shattered dreams, our tears
All mingle and fall into those dark waters.
Shades, our lost companions beckon us onward,
Colors fade, the light grows dim.
We are gone; we have left others to take our place
To mourn and weep by the banks of the Styx.
Willows and Wandering Souls
By the waters grows a willow,
Whose slender waving branches caress the softly blowing air.
It whispers, beckons, calls to me. Calling across the worlds it speaks.
It calls to me and others, bringing us under its canopy.
Life and Death meet under its swaying boughs.
It tells us stories, legends, myths.
It reveals our ancient past.
Under its mighty influence Death and Life both fade away...
What is left?
We, the wandering souls.
Whose slender waving branches caress the softly blowing air.
It whispers, beckons, calls to me. Calling across the worlds it speaks.
It calls to me and others, bringing us under its canopy.
Life and Death meet under its swaying boughs.
It tells us stories, legends, myths.
It reveals our ancient past.
Under its mighty influence Death and Life both fade away...
What is left?
We, the wandering souls.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Butterflies and Hornets
A vast world of rolling hills,
This is my home.
I am a butterfly,
In a world of butterflies and hornets.
Some of us are kind and gentle,
Others sting and bite.
To the unwary stranger,
We all seem strange and frightening.
And although we may be different,
We are really quite the same,
We butterflies and hornets.
We are the voices of the world,
We speak for those who can’t.
Now join us if you will, oh brother poet,
But tell me,
Be you a butterfly or hornet?
This is my home.
I am a butterfly,
In a world of butterflies and hornets.
Some of us are kind and gentle,
Others sting and bite.
To the unwary stranger,
We all seem strange and frightening.
And although we may be different,
We are really quite the same,
We butterflies and hornets.
We are the voices of the world,
We speak for those who can’t.
Now join us if you will, oh brother poet,
But tell me,
Be you a butterfly or hornet?
To You My Faithful Friends
My friends, my fortress, my shelter,
You help me keep my mind,
In this crazy mixed up world.
If it weren’t for you, long ago my sanity would be,
Lost by the roadside, sitting in a ditch.
If it weren’t for you, I would be as
A lonely gull, lost way out to sea.
Where would I be without you,
My friends who throughout all,
Stand firm beside my side.
To you my faithful friends I say,
Thank you.
You help me keep my mind,
In this crazy mixed up world.
If it weren’t for you, long ago my sanity would be,
Lost by the roadside, sitting in a ditch.
If it weren’t for you, I would be as
A lonely gull, lost way out to sea.
Where would I be without you,
My friends who throughout all,
Stand firm beside my side.
To you my faithful friends I say,
Thank you.
Fragile, This End Up
One morning I wake up to find,
A package at my door.
The label on the box says,
“Fragile, This End Up”
When I open up the box,
I find to my surprise,
That it is Life inside.
I tried to be so careful,
When I held Life within my hands,
But there is a funny thing,
I could not stop Life,
From starting to unravel.
I guess thing with Life is,
It’s out of my control.
I know what I should do,
Send my Life to the One who always,
Knows exactly what to do.
I’ll put my Life within his hands,
When I don’t know what to do,
I’ll trust in Him, for I know He’ll do what’s right.
For when I can’t,
He can.
A package at my door.
The label on the box says,
“Fragile, This End Up”
When I open up the box,
I find to my surprise,
That it is Life inside.
I tried to be so careful,
When I held Life within my hands,
But there is a funny thing,
I could not stop Life,
From starting to unravel.
I guess thing with Life is,
It’s out of my control.
I know what I should do,
Send my Life to the One who always,
Knows exactly what to do.
I’ll put my Life within his hands,
When I don’t know what to do,
I’ll trust in Him, for I know He’ll do what’s right.
For when I can’t,
He can.
Poetry
I might be posting some of my poems from time to time. Please comment on them if you like them or even if you don't like them. I would really like to hear your feedback. Thank you so much.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Tulips By the Sea
While I was walking by the dunes
Amid the swaying grass,
I spied a picnic table
Away down by the shore.
And on its weather beaten planks,
Was a pitted, rusted bucket.
Was a bunch of bright red smiling tulips.
They were a splash of brilliant startling color,
Amid the dull greens and browns of the shore of the
Storm torn sea.
They smiled to me and called me close,
They told me things we never knew,
Somehow I knew these flowers,
So simple, so mundane.
But they knew me, and they spoke to me,
They told me they were sorry,
For leaving me so young.
They told me to be strong for them,
That they were watching close.
Then the mighty winds, swept them out to sea.
Then the tears began to come,
Down my face they poured,
Like a mighty waterfall.
At that moment, there was no joy for me.
For the tulips had left me all alone,
They left me all alone, down by the
Storm torn sea.
I wailed and pleaded with the heavens,
"Oh send them back to me!"
But the dull gray sky above,
To me gave no reply.
Oh why did they have to leave me,
Those tulips by the sea.
Amid the swaying grass,
I spied a picnic table
Away down by the shore.
And on its weather beaten planks,
Was a pitted, rusted bucket.
Was a bunch of bright red smiling tulips.
They were a splash of brilliant startling color,
Amid the dull greens and browns of the shore of the
Storm torn sea.
They smiled to me and called me close,
They told me things we never knew,
Somehow I knew these flowers,
So simple, so mundane.
But they knew me, and they spoke to me,
They told me they were sorry,
For leaving me so young.
They told me to be strong for them,
That they were watching close.
Then the mighty winds, swept them out to sea.
Then the tears began to come,
Down my face they poured,
Like a mighty waterfall.
At that moment, there was no joy for me.
For the tulips had left me all alone,
They left me all alone, down by the
Storm torn sea.
I wailed and pleaded with the heavens,
"Oh send them back to me!"
But the dull gray sky above,
To me gave no reply.
Oh why did they have to leave me,
Those tulips by the sea.
Free Verse or Not?
I like poetry, it's fun to write and fun to read, that is if the poet is good. But there is the question of whether or not to use a specific form like a sonnet or a villanelle, or to write free verse. It's hard to decide; free verse is easy to write and it is easy to express feeling and emotion with free verse but poetic forms are a fun challenge and are really good when they are well done. Both have pros and cons so I have so much trouble deciding which to write. If you have any ideas which one is better please comment and give your reasons, maybe you can help me decide.
Writing Prose
I've been writing prose for a long time. I'm working on a novel and I love writing short stories. You see prose is so much fun, but sometimes I get stuck in poetry mode. Today, I couldn't even stop thinking in verse. I love poetry and all but sometimes I want to get back to my novel. I wish I had the time to work on my novel. I mean, I've written the whole novel inside my head, I just don't have the time to put it on paper. Maybe I should just write more poetry, that doesn't take as long.
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